Aiyo we came through thumping
like elephants
The new Range is super charged
I remains intelligent
Back to the formula lord
hard grammar This is God school
make sure the
lobby ain't jammed up
Excalibur swords T Rexes
bibles of rhymes
We in the lunchroom
weed and veggies for breakfast
Polo campus sicker lances
the crisp
Hundred dollar kick niggas
that be showing you hand steps
Back to the dormatory
where niggas Broke my forearm
and index finger
now you write glory
True holding my flag
it's all engraved in my blade
So when I wave it you gon'
say Rae mad Now
28 Days Later now Wu's up
do something you can't
It's blood in my eye
I might get amped
To rip something down
the billboard holders is back
So when you see me
you gon' say he gets down
From darkness to DNA
I move with my brother
And we resonate
energy that shifts in colors
Bringing MC's punishment
then I'm done with it
The meter leave
way on the fast break
I run with it
It was not a hobby
but a childhood passion
That had started in the lobby
and was quicky fashioned
Every line to line
bar for bar is clockwork
Hazardous and powerful enough
to have your block hurt
Check the total amount
of MC's inflicted With torture
from moving with work
that's restricted
We criticize producers
til they joints are right
Then acupuncture the track
with pinpoints of light
Hitting them from well conced
firing positions
With explosiveness
that'll make the deaf listen
Drastic pyroclastic
connected with the same old
Down the dangerous slopes of an
active volcano
Bill like the Green Bay Packers
sack like the linebackers
Hang with niggas
like redneck crackers
Strangle cold bottles of Beck's
like a vexed German
Duck low behind the car
my tech burning
Neck burning
from eight karats of sunlight
Absorbed
in the grill Big Pun like
Lord of the Wu Tang sword
know what that means
Like J R Tolkien
it's the Lord of the Rings
This is my man Chef auto
like Grand Theft Auto
The 18th letter followed
by the mark of Zorro
Plus A not for apple
but I pack an apple
Shorty try to buck back
and knock me off the saddle
Caramel pecan sundae Pregline
Plump breasts
was filled with saline
Her big booty cousin
nasty Nadine
Get you on the floor
whore tried to double team
Is he still that nucca
Is he in the hood like that
Is he really strapped
Will he really split yo' shit
I thought you said he rap
Pull up in the yard ten sets
He ain't flexing
microphone ripping
heat holding
Who testing
Rope a dope his black lotus
Can't quote this
chat with the sword tongue
Duck when the axe is swinging
wild Apache drum
Crazy Horse kicking
his thoughts
he won't quit
Can't tell em nothing he grown
give the man room
Space was demanded
beat banging through the speaker
Voice heat seek missle
guided at the listener
Swing to the gospel
catch up and wet at the brothel
Unstoppable
direction of my flow optional
To the ear
depending on the current of air
the crowd's in